![]() Unexpected because he is primarily an attitudinarian with an eviscerating sense of humor. It hardly comes as news (and Ferguson doesn't treat it as such) that Japan is in flux-its faceless salaryman is as ubiquitous as the gates known as torii, and the rural and traditional rub shoulders with the modern (gas stations and appliance stores)-but Ferguson lends this shifting an unexpected piquancy. What follows is a journey captured in a profusion of snapshot chapters, a swarming miscellany of incidents and observations that testify to Japan's complexity, as well as to Ferguson's crackerjack exegetic skills and wicked humor. He will do this with his thumb: hitchhiking ""became a way inside, The car is an extension of the home, but without any of the prescribed formalities that plague Japan."" Thus, he can slip under the defenses of the Japanese, to travel with them, not aloof from them. ![]() ![]() Ferguson, while teaching English in Japan, decides (or has decided for him, playing well the role of folly-prone victim) to follow the cherry blossom front as it advances up- islands. ![]() Ferguson's (Why I Hate Canadians, not reviewed) hip, take-no-prisoners hitchhiking commentary on Japan is beveled by a steady infusion of affection and drollery. ![]()
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